Page 63 of Land of Monsters

He grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “I don’t want to stop kissing you.”

“Then don’t.” I breathed. “Ever.”

Gripping my chin harder with one hand, he took control, snapping what was left of my sanity. His mouth consumed, his tongue tasting mine with a groan. His hips rolled into me, pushing his erection into my hip. I was barely wearing any clothes, and it would be so easy for him to thrust into me.

Surges of desire swelled through my body, overriding all sense. With every breath, every beat of my heart, I could feel him crawling under my skin, stealing my breath and owning my body. His magic slid around inside me with possessiveness, like he was marking me as his.

“Ash.” My fingers scraped down his neck, the dark dweller roaring to the edges with need, tearing at his clothes, needing him closer, needing him inside me. He groaned as my nails tore through his clothes, into his skin, trailing blood down his back.

A flash of what I did to Alexsei filled my mind, the shreds of his body left on the floor in a pool of blood. What I could doto Ash. “No. Wait.” I pushed him back, trying to summon back the dark dweller, the beast fighting me, wanting to dive into his flesh. “Stop.”

Ash jerked back, his eyes tracking mine, probably seeing the flames of my beast flare through them, the animal on the surface. “I-I can’t…”

He let out a huff. Grabbing my wrists, he pinned them to the wall, sparking fire through me with a rumble. His nose flared like he could smell my need.

“I’m not afraid of your dark dweller.” He leaned in, his mouth brushing mine. “Or your obscurer. I have fought, lived, and almost died among monsters.” His hips pushed into me, his cock throbbing against my pussy. A groan caught in my throat, arching me against him. “Let them bite, claw, and tear into me. They won’t hurt me. I’ve already marked you as mine, little beak.” His teeth grazed my neck. “All of you. So let them out. I play well with others. Plus, if they bite, I bite back, and I know how to get you to behave.” His teeth snapped down on my neck, hitting a particular nerve, a weakness that stilled me. A deep moan hummed from my body, my hips opening wider in submission, my nipples hardening.

In one gesture, he challenged my alpha—and made her bend.

Willingly.

He had done it before in the wagon, when the reverend was trying to help us escape town. In shock, I had brushed it off, explained it away with almost getting caught, my emotions on the surface because no one but my dweller family had power over me like that.

And my dweller barely submitted to them.

Raspy air trickled in and out of my lungs, my pussy throbbing.

“I knew you liked it when I did it last time.” His tongue licked around the nerve. “Don’t hold back,” he rumbled inmy ear, his hand sliding down my body, skimming over my underwear, his fingers dipping underneath. A smirk danced over his mouth when he felt how wet I was. “I wantallof you.”

He tore off his jacket I wore and reached over, pulling the thin tank over my head and exposing my breasts. His throat bobbed when his eyes skimmed over my skin, glinting with lust.

“Perfection.” Leaning over, he flicked his tongue over my nipple, coaxing a whimper from my throat, before his mouth covered my breast, sucking and nipping.

“Ash…” My hand lanced through his tied-back hair, digging my nails in when he moved to the other, lavishing it with his tongue.

“Dammit, Raven,” he rumbled. He pulled back, standing over me. “You are going to make me come so easily.” His teeth bit at my bottom lip, tugging it. “And there are way too many things I want to do to your body before we both black out.”

His mouth came back over mine. Our kiss was violent and demanding. Prey and predator. We started out wounded, broken bodies filled with pain and lies. Hell had rained down, and we were still standing. Accepted the monsters under the facade, the killers that fed off retribution, the depravity we would bathe in.

Together.

Reaching over, I fumbled with his pants, unzipping them enough to slip my hand in, wrapping my fingers around his girth.

“Fuck.” He tipped his head back, and I stroked him. His own fingers slipped under my panties, a hiss snarling from him as he slid through me. “You are so fucking wet.”

“Because of you.”

His gaze came back to mine, and he slid two fingers inside me. Any barrier I erected to keep myself contained shatteredwith a cry. My spine curved away from the wall, and my hips pushed back as he pumped deeper into me.

He pulled his fingers from me, dripping with my juices, and sucked them in his mouth. “Fuck. I’ve been craving your taste again.” He groaned. “You know why I’m not addicted to fairy dust anymore?” He lowered himself to the ground, his fingers hooking my underwear. “Because of you. Your taste has become my addiction.”

“Ash.” I breathed as his lips trailed down my stomach, dragging my panties down my legs.

The cool air slipped through my folds, my form totally bare to him. “Now I can be uninterrupted.” His hands skated to the inside of my thighs. “Open your legs,” he demanded.

This was Ash’s domain. Where he ruled.

Spreading my legs, letting him see how turned on I was, a deep groan came from him.

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